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The lean, tall bandit didn't even utter a scream before collapsing onto the ground like a puddle of mud, completely still.

Silence instantly descended upon the surroundings.

Aside from the rustling of leaves in the breeze, only the gradually deepening sound of breathing remained.

As well as the unexpected intruder who slowly turned around, his foot snapping a dry twig with a 'crack'.

A flicker of surprise flashed in the bald man's eyes, before he quickly reacted.

"Don't move!"

He roared loudly, the gun pointed directly at Fang Cheng.

As long as this man dared to make the slightest move, the bullet seemed ready to fire at any moment.

The other short, stocky bandit also gripped a shovel tightly in his hand, roaring to boost his courage.

But his footsteps couldn't help but move quietly, edging closer to his boss.

Fang Cheng's expression didn't change as he muttered to himself:

"I thought today's morning exercise was over, but I didn't expect to meet sparring partners here."

His tone was calm, but faintly revealed a hint of excitement.

"What did you say?"

The bald man frowned upon hearing this, a sense of inexplicable annoyance rising in his heart.

Fang Cheng acted as if he hadn't heard, gently twisting his neck, producing a slight "crack" sound.

Then, his shoulders shrugged, and the muscles in his arms tensed up and then relaxed.

As if doing a warm-up exercise, completely ignoring the dark muzzle of the gun.

"Die!"

The bald man's eyes flashed fiercely, roaring in a low voice.

A resolute determination to kill surged in his heart, he was certain that with this shot, the man before him would surely be splattered with blood and become a ghost under his gun.

However, before the next second arrived.

His eyes suddenly widened, staring like copper bells.

Fang Cheng, ten meters away, actually swayed slightly like a ghost the moment the gun fired, the bullet flying past his clothes, carrying a wisp of gunpowder smoke.

Then, he began to walk calmly, striding straight towards him.

How is that possible?!

The bald man's breathing stagnated, and he quickly aimed at the other person with both hands gripping the gun.

Bang!

Only to see a flash of fire from the muzzle, and the bullet instantly cut through the air, making a "whoosh" sound.

The sound was so fast, like a lightning bolt, that before the ears could fully capture it, it had already pounced in front of the target.

But Fang Cheng only shook his shoulders, and once again the bullet brushed past him, continuing to stride forward.

His calm and composed appearance made it seem as if the life-threatening bullet was just an annoying fly, easily brushed away.

After taking a few more steps, seeing that the bald man was momentarily stunned, he deliberately stopped and beckoned to him.

Then, he raised his arms, leaned his body slightly forward, and adopted a boxing stance, waiting for him to stand there.

It seemed like he was planning to play a special challenge game, wanting to prove whether the gun was faster or the human body was faster within seven steps.

The bald man's eyes seemed to spit fire, staring fixedly at Fang Cheng, wishing he could see through this mysterious man completely.

Seeing the other party's provocation, he gritted his teeth, and his index finger pressed down suddenly, simply firing continuously, not giving this arrogant fellow a chance to regret it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The chamber vibrated, and bullets, like carrying endless anger, spewed out.

Along with the sharp, piercing whistling sound, the air was continuously torn open, dragging out dazzling fire, rushing towards the target frantically.

But just as the bald man pulled the trigger for the first time, Fang Cheng moved.

His eyes were bright, seemingly able to see the trajectory of the bullets, and he simply hugged his fists, making a swaying motion to dodge the first bullet.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to be injected with violent power, suddenly moving left and right at a speed and amplitude that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

Each sway brought a gust of wind, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground in all directions, accurately hitting the bald man's shooting rhythm, making it impossible for the bald man to aim.

The sound of gunfire echoed and vibrated through the forest, startling flocks of birds, flapping their wings in panic and rushing into the sky.

The bald man's heart was pounding wildly, his chest heaving rapidly, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly due to shock.

He couldn't believe that someone could so easily avoid his skillfully mastered marksmanship.

You need to know that the distance between the two sides is not dozens of meters away, nor is it more than ten meters.

But, only a mere few meters, a few steps!

Fang Cheng's posture was agile, his muscles flowed and trembled smoothly, like a cheetah preying, steadily shuttling through the forest.

Step by step, unhurriedly, with a captivating aura, stepping on the prey's heart, getting closer and closer to the prey.

The bullets continued to whistle past, but no shot was able to hit that ghostly figure.

The bald man's hands trembled slightly from tension, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, blurring his eyes.

He didn't bother to wipe them away, just desperately aimed at Fang Cheng and fired.

Click.

A sudden gunshot sounded particularly startling in this extremely tense atmosphere.

The magazine was empty, and the bullets were exhausted.

The bald man seemed to wake up from a dream, suddenly regaining his senses.

But he was shocked to see that Fang Cheng was already standing in front of him with a straight posture, his eyes revealing a chilling arrogance and confidence, facing the dark muzzle of the gun directly.

"Fuck..."

The bald man knew that he was completely finished, and the curse squeezed out of his teeth with a tremble, but it was instantly drowned in his throat.

Fang Cheng suddenly struck, his movements as fast as lightning, grabbing the wrist holding the gun and twisting it forcefully.

Only a "crack" was heard, and the wrist bone snapped in response, the pistol instantly lost control, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

Immediately afterwards, the palm of his hand cut towards the bald man's throat.

Again, a "crack" was heard, and the bald man's neck tilted uncontrollably to one side, and his body also fell down softly.

In just two strokes, he neatly resolved the enemy, causing the onlookers to gasp.

At this point, the sparring session ended.

The short, stocky bandit, witnessing this scene, was already pale with fright, his legs weak.

The shovel, which was originally used to embolden himself, was now held tightly in his hand, constantly retreating.

The dead branches and leaves under his feet rustled, and every step revealed panic and fear.

"Wait, I surrender, I have a big secret I can tell you..."

The short, stocky bandit's voice was tearful, seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to exchange this secret for a chance of survival, his eyes rolled around, eagerly observing Fang Cheng's reaction.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng paused, his eyes staring intently at the short, stocky bandit, seemingly somewhat tempted.

Seeing this, a hint of joy flashed in the short, stocky bandit's eyes, and he immediately continued:

"This hero, do you know about the West Mountain archaeological site? About three months ago, there was a big explosion there, and many people died, but it was very strange."

"Other things have nothing to do with us ordinary people, the most important thing is that many ancient objects from thousands of years ago flowed out of the ancient tomb over there, these are not ordinary antiques, it is said that they involve a very amazing secret."

"Various underground forces are like sharks smelling blood, all pouring up, and those wealthy families have even released words, scattering money to buy, as long as we get one piece, then we will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of our lives, and we will make a fortune!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his words becoming somewhat incoherent, and spittle flying.

His face, pale with fear, also flushed with an unnatural redness.

“But…”

Saying this, the short, stout bandit suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes darting around warily, as if what he was about to say was even more confidential.

“This matter is very deep, the forces involved behind the scenes are very dangerous. Anyway, in our line of work, I’ve heard that several groups of people have disappeared inexplicably. The methods of those at the top are beyond the imagination of us ordinary folks. I only overheard a few sentences by chance, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for several nights. I just want to finish this job quickly, sell the goods for money, and run back to my hometown to hide.”

“Of course, you, great hero, are so skilled, you certainly aren’t afraid of those people…”

He spoke with a mysterious expression, his body still trembling uncontrollably, and the shovel in his hand also shaking slightly.

It seemed as if he was genuinely afraid, not daring to casually reveal this shocking secret, and his fear was not diminished in the slightest.

Fang Cheng only stared at him, his eyes revealing a scrutinizing gaze, as if judging whether his words were true or false.

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After a moment, he asked:

“Do you have any evidence for what you’re saying?”

The short, stout bandit immediately waved his hand upon hearing this:

“Where would I get any evidence? I’m just a errand boy. Knowing this much is already taking a great risk. If the boss knew I was eavesdropping, I would have lost my life long ago.”

Then, he suddenly thought of something and quickly pointed the shovel at the dug pit to the side.

“If you want evidence, just find that damn fatso! ”

“His name is Xu Sanduo, and he’s one of the biggest black market dealers in Dongdu. He recently received a piece of goods that flowed out of an ancient tomb in Xishan. According to the observation of several of our brothers over the past few days, if I’m not mistaken, this guy just found a buyer and hasn’t had time to sell it yet.”

The fat man, who had mustered his courage and poked his head out to look at the scene outside the pit after hearing the end of the gunfire, trembled when he heard the conversation between the two mentioning himself.

He curled up even tighter in the pit, clutching his head tightly with both hands, as if he could hide himself this way.

Fang Cheng glanced at the fat man, then looked at the short, stout bandit:

“Then why do you think I should believe you?”

The short, stout bandit was so anxious that he was about to cry:

“Big brother, I’ve already surrendered, how dare I lie to you? Look at my cowardly appearance, how would I dare to have any other thoughts? I sincerely want to make a deal with you. Spare my life, and I can tell you everything I know.”

“Moreover, we can jointly torture this dead fatso and force him to reveal more inside information. After we get the treasure, I’ll be responsible for finding a buyer, and you can just wait to split the money. We’ll split it fifty-fifty…”

“No, no, I’ll take thirty percent and you take seventy percent. As long as we sell it for tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, we won’t have to worry for the rest of our lives.”

The short, stout bandit squeezed out a flattering smile, but a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, remaining silent, as if seriously considering the proposal.

Just as the short, stout bandit thought he was tempted and lowered his guard, Fang Cheng suddenly flashed, approaching like a ghost.

His right hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing the short, stout bandit’s throat. With a slight exertion, the short, stout bandit’s face instantly turned red, and he struggled but couldn’t move.

“You…”

He stared at Fang Cheng with wide eyes, squeezing out a weak sound from his throat.

Fang Cheng said with an icy expression:

“I hate self-righteous idiots the most…”

Having said that, the force in his hand suddenly increased.

A “crack” was heard, and the short, stout bandit’s neck limply tilted to one side, completely losing its breath.

At this moment, the forest was eerily silent.

Only the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze, as if holding its breath, listening to the shocking change that had just occurred.

Xu Sanduo, who was huddled in the pit with his head in his hands, trembled uncontrollably like a frightened quail.

After hearing no movement outside for a long time, he hesitated again and again before cautiously getting up.

As soon as he looked up, he happened to see the “hero” who had finished searching the corpse and turned his head to look over.

The two’s eyes met, and the atmosphere seemed unusually terrifying, with a faint hint of killing intent still lingering.

Xu Sanduo was so frightened that he collapsed back into the pit, waving his hands frantically in front of him, as if trying to fend off danger.

“Don’t… don’t kill me, I didn’t do anything, I don’t know anything!”

His eyes were full of horror, and he babbled incoherently.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, opening his mouth to say something.

Just then, a sudden sound rang out.

Another strange man ran from the other end of the forest, shouting as he ran:

“Big brother, what happened?”

It seemed like he was a bandit accomplice responsible for keeping watch. He couldn't help but run over to check the situation after hearing the gunshots.

When he saw the two corpses lying on the ground, he was first stunned, then quickly reacted, quickly drew the gun from his waist, and aimed at Fang Cheng.

“Who the hell are you? Why did you kill my big brother?”

He questioned loudly, stopping dozens of meters away, no longer approaching.

Obviously, he knew that this man of unknown origin was no good, and his face couldn’t help but reveal shock and fear.

Fang Cheng’s eyes sharpened. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless. Suddenly, he pushed off the ground and charged straight at the man.

Bang—

The running speed instantly accelerated to the extreme. The fallen leaves under his feet were swept up and danced in the sky, and his body was like a cannonball leaving the barrel, whistling through the forest.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng had crossed the distance of dozens of meters and rushed in front of the man.

His right fist was raised high, his arm muscles bulging, and his veins popping out.

Then, he punched out with a bang, as if splitting mountains and rocks, hitting the man’s chest directly.

The man didn’t have time to react at all. The whole person was like being hit by a speeding truck, and his body instantly soared into the air, flying backward.

At the same time, his chest exploded like a bomb, blasting a bloody hole.

Blood gurgled out like a fountain, sprinkling a cloud of blood mist in the air, which was extremely terrifying.

Thump.

The corpse crashed heavily on a tree trunk more than ten meters away, shaking the branches and leaves for a while before sliding down.

Fang Cheng stood firm, raised his blood-stained fist and glanced at it, frowning and shaking his head:

“I used too much force…”

His tone revealed a trace of annoyance, seemingly dissatisfied with not controlling the force of his killing just now.

Xu Sanduo, who was sitting in the pit, looked up at this scene.

His mouth opened, unable to close for a long time, and his chin almost fell to the ground.

On his pale face, beads of sweat uncontrollably rolled down.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that the other party hadn't turned around and noticed him yet, and quickly get up and run away.

But his legs were unpromising, as soft as noodles, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

At this moment, only one thought echoed in his mind.

This guy is really a monster!